"The Zhao army carried three days of food. If they budget carefully and only use the minimum amount every day, they should be able to last for five to six days." Lord Xinling paused deliberately, as if waiting for others to interrupt again.
His eyes unconsciously glanced at Long Yangjun on the right, and a voice in his heart shouted: "Ask me! Ask me why I have been out for five or six days, but you should ask!"
But obviously, Long Yangjun is not a fool. He just said ten days, and there are three days. These five or six days are obviously transitional. Although Long Yangjun is not familiar with military affairs, Long Yangjun is familiar with letters. However, Lord Ling is very familiar with him - if he is not completely sure, Lord Xinling will call him from afar?
impossible!
Therefore, from the beginning, Long Yangjun did not intend to embarrass Lord Ling on this matter. But he, Lord Longyang, did not sit around all day doing nothing. Lord Longyang already had a plan in his mind on how to deal with Lord Xinling.
Seeing that no one dared to interrupt, Lord Xinling felt a burst of disappointment, followed by a burst of pride in being respected. Then he continued: "Of course, there are many cavalry in the Zhao army, and there are also many horses. Although the horse meat is stiff and bitter and difficult to enter the throat, it can satisfy the hunger in critical moments. This can extend the life of the Zhao army for three to four days. . Therefore what I said is that the limit of Zhao’s army is ten days!”
"color!"
It was not a profound explanation, but it made all the important ministers cheer. And this cheer is not only flattering Lord Xinling, but also cheering for Wei's "bright" future.
In their eyes, it seemed that as long as they grasped this opportunity, the Wei State would definitely be able to defeat the Qin State by sending troops, and would definitely be able to embark on the road to revival again.
Compared with the "optimistic" mentality of the ministers present, Lord Xinling still retained the last trace of reason.
"Your Majesty, Lian Po has arrived at the side hall. I would like to ask the king to summon him and make him feel embarrassed. Let him say whatever he wants. Only the reply needs to be discussed. Just ask him to go back to his house and wait!" Lord Xinling turned around and said to him again! The king said.
"I understand." King Wei excitedly rubbed the beautiful jade in his hand, tried hard to suppress the joy in his heart, nodded and said to the eunuch: "Come here, tell General Lian Po!"
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Not long after, Lian Po left the Wei Palace with regret on his face and joy in his heart.
The regret on his face was for King Wei, Lord Xinling and all the officials of Wei;
Full of joy, Lian Po was basically certain that the Wei State had been blinded by the interests of Hanoi County. If nothing unexpected happened, within ten days, the Wei State would definitely send troops to help Zhao resist Qin.
A show with explosive acting skills has come to an end. Both Lian Po and Xin Lingjun have contributed their precious and superb acting skills. And both parties got the results they wanted.
After Lian Po left, the palace of Wei immediately became a sea of joy. The monarchs and ministers of Wei, immersed in joy, seemed to have seen the restoration of Hanoi, and saw the military flag of Wei flying high in the old capital An. Yi, and Wei's hegemony also regained its glory...
No one knows whether the glory of Wei can be restored, but the battlefield in the north is finally about to see the winner.
Zhao Kuo, who received the news that the barrier was lost, immediately understood that he did not have much time. After capturing the barrier, the Qin army would definitely attack his retreat non-stop. Once the Qin army at the barrier arrived, he would be caught in a double attack. Among them, he had no other option but to retreat back to the fortress group in the south.
Before the reinforcements of the Qin army arrived, we launched a final battle with the Qin army in front of them. We did not seek to tear up the front line, or how much combat power we could send from the north road, but just...
Looking at the rising sun, Zhao Kuo knew that it was his time.
"My general order: attack with the entire army, regardless of the cost. Depending on the terrain, use over-saturated troops to fight the Qin cavalry to the death! Let the infantry lead with the spearmen, use every opportunity to break into the Qin formation!"
"We must create a gap!" Zhao Kuo pointed the long knife in his hand, clamped his legs on the horse's belly, and rushed out at the lead: "Follow me!"
Zhao Wei, who was beside him, immediately followed, waving his double swords, and followed closely behind Zhao Kuo.
After days of fighting, Zhao Kuo's troops had been reduced to less than 70,000 men, and more than 30,000 men had fallen on this land. Among the few remaining combat forces, only three were cavalry. There are tens of thousands of horses, and only a few hundred of the most important armored cavalry are left.
The Qin army on the opposite side also had a hard time. Except for the 20,000 infantry blocking the mountain passes, the original 150,000-strong army did not move. The remaining 130,000-strong army were all thrown into the battle, and the Qin army's losses were more than Zhao's army was greatly outnumbered, with more than 40,000 and nearly 50,000 horses in total.
In particular, the Qin Army's 100,000 cavalry only had more than 60,000 horses left, and nearly half of them were on the battlefield.
Therefore, on the current battlefield, the ratio of troops between Zhao and Qin has reached seven to eight, a very close figure. Of course, for this reason, Zhao Jun's trump cards were almost completely exhausted.
As for the rest of the battle, although the Qin army has the advantage of strength, the Zhao army also has the advantage of better individual soldiers. The battle is nothing more than who can hold on for the last five minutes.
Since Zhao Kuo's general order was issued, the entire Zhao army knew that the last moment had arrived.
There were only a few hundred fine armored cavalry left, closely following General Zhao Kuo and his banner.
Under the rising sun, Zhao Kuo, Zhao Wei and their soldiers holding large banners formed the front line. Hundreds of fine armored cavalry followed closely behind, forming a cone formation. Behind them were ordinary light cavalry. , either holding a spear or a knife, and the whole shape presents an increasingly larger cone shape.
After that, the infantry formed a square formation one by one, with shields already slung behind their backs and spears leveled. Each small square formation, under the command of their respective captains, marched to the beat of increasingly rapid drums, The pace gradually quickened.
On the side of the phalanx of light cavalry and infantry, there are cavalry archers guarding the left and right, ensuring the safety of the left and right wings of the army during the march.
As the spearhead of the entire front, Zhao Kuo was dressed in armor made of iron leaves. Around his waist was a red velvet armor strip tied by Zhao's mother before leaving, and on his head was a sun-drenched helmet, embellished with a little red tassel. Holding a fine iron sword in hand, facing the strongest wind, feeling the magnificence from two thousand years ago.
Under the strong wind, the white cloak was blown up and rustled;
Under the sun, the sharp tip of the knife flashed with a little cold light;
While running, the scales played music with the ups and downs of the body;
Underneath a handsome and resolute face, there is maturity, vicissitudes, calmness, and a bit of cruelty that are not his;
Whether it is the infamy of "talking on paper" that will continue to linger for thousands of years, or whether "famous teachers and generals should not jail themselves, and thousands of troops avoid white robes" will be staged in advance, it is all fought here!
